A psychiatrist appointment would cost what? $300 without insurance? How often have you spent that on findom? You could have gotten medication a dozen times over by now.
Oh well. Guess you’ll rot in bed for the rest of your life sending to people you revile. 🥰
Every racist grandma in the Deep South just shot themselves in the head by voting for Trump.
It’s so fucking hot watching all you weak flailing retards die.
Imagine what you could have done with the all that money you’ve spent over the years.
How much has it been?
Thousands?
Tens of Thousands?
Surely not Hundreds of Thousands?
You could have had a life. A future. A wife and kids. Money for clothes and furniture and vacations. All your friends and families have gotten so far in their lives and you’re still stuck where you started.
Too bad for you scammers wanted your money more than they cared about your happiness.
Oh well. You’re this now.
Might as well get used to it.
Mommy’s here to take it all away.
It feels so good returning to findom.
There’s something so erotic about destroying a life. I truly hope you and your family go homeless.
So be a good victim and make it happen.
You don’t get it.
I want you to LOVE me. I want you to spend all your time obsessing over Me. I want to text you at any moment, and within a few seconds, I want you sending and adoring me.
I want your life gone. I want it all for Me.
So much of this simply comes down to hope.
I have an excess.
You have none.
So when I have a less than perfect day, it’s okay!
I have tomorrow to look forward to.
I have friends to comfort me.
I have money to reward myself with.
What do you have?
Absolutely fucking nothing.
I want to say I hate you, but I don’t.
I don’t know you. I’ll never know you. I have a happy life that has nothing to do with this work. I do this because hurting poor people is a joy.
“I ruined my life”
“I’ll never recover”
“My addiction is killing me”
“Scam is so hot, it’s my sex life now”
Like sure, that’s cool and all, but, uh, who gives a shit? Nobody cares what your reasons for sending are. Just send.
Stop forcing people with actual lives to put effort into hurting you. Do it on your own. It’s literally the only reason you’re here. And it’s the only reason we’re here.
I’m not going to hold your hand through your inadequacies, lmao. That’s the job of the therapist you’ll never go to. If you wanted kindness and attention, you should probably be there instead of here.
Oh, but you won’t? Self-improvement is hard? Fighting for yourself is too scary? This is all you’ll ever be?
Cool!
Then do your fucking job!
You’re sabotaging your life.
You’re ruining everything so you can hate yourself.
You’re killing yourself to make a stranger cum.
You’re literally dying. Right now. Dying.
Don’t stop.
Be crueler.
Hurt deeper.
Don’t respect them.
They deserve nothing.
To be a finsub is to be inhuman.
To be a scam addict is to be wretched.
You’re going to die homeless on the streets for Me.
I want you ďéáď
I want you to ďïé
I want you to do it
I want you to want it
I want you to need it
I want you to beg for it
I want you to loathe it
I want you to suffer it
I want you to regret it
I want you to beg against it
I want you to do it
I want you to ďïé
I want you ďéáď
Billions dead. Vast swathes of the world uninhabitable. Nuclear fire. Deserts in the rain forests. 28 year life spans. Mansions the size of empires. Hand dug by slaves.
No more academia. No more middle class. No more resistance.
A bomb collar around humanity’s neck for all eternity.